|People on the tube who can fvck off:
||[Apr. 12th, 2007|09:29 am]
Listen in, listen Ian!
#1 - Everyone.|
My sympathies. Was it a more than usual utter cuntrag of a journey this morning?
I've found that reading mental illness or Druidry books grants a little extra personal space.
...as does smelling like a brewery.
There is always that option, yes. I am remembering far too many trips into work after late nights right now...
God it was a nightmare this morning, wasn't it?
I'm so glad I get off at Warren Street.
At least tube trains don't generally get blocked in for half an hour by gas tankers, making you 20 minutes late for work.
I didn't mind though, I spent the time playing a game of building wooden block towers and smashing them down again with a three year old boy, which was cool.
To clear up an ambiguity, I played a game with the three year old. I didn't use him to smash blocks down.
Kind of. I catch the Piccadilly Line from Finny P, but because of the scummy Victoria line problems all the scummy Victoria Line Brixton and Walthamstow types were getting on my lovely Bloomsbury Piccadilly Line. It was simply ghastly.
Am I the only person who had a perfectly pleasant and fast journey on all forms of public transportation this morning, including the Victoria Line? It took me 40 minutes, door to desk, and that includes having got the Circle Line (so an added 5 minutes because I had to walk from the other end of Paddington) and having to wait for four lifts because three were out of order.
Hey, it was exciting stuff on the ol' Victoria line. Never mind a fire alert at Green Park, it was an actual fire at about half 8. You could see the smoke in the air and it stank of charred paper in a close-to-nauseating way in the ticket hall.
I got the Jubilee to Waterloo, had an egg Mcbutty and a nice walk along Embankment to Vauxhall, quite a nice start to the day actually.